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Do you despise how outlandish SRIV? Do you wish you could still play Saints Row with Johnny? Do you want to romance your favourite characters, make choices for the gang, and have a bit more darkness to leading a bigass gang? Then look no further! This is a choose your own adventure style Saints Row fic, complete with the option to even date members of your gang! Yes, you can finally bone Proffessor Genki. You have the option to bring your boss back to their more cruel and crazy ways, or let fame have changed them for the better.

Your boss's gender is NEVER disclosed, thus this fic supports you and your genderqueer boss. The only time that that that is even remotely relevant, is the smutt chapters, where you choose your boss's genitalia beforehand. Intersex friendly smutt is supported.

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Just one week prior to the boat accident, the freshly named leader of the Third Street Saints throws one hell of a party at Tee'N'Ay in celebration of her 22nd birthday. Both Doris and Johnny try to drown their relationship problems in excessive amounts of liquor. Johnny wants to make a bet that ends up flipping their friendship into something more with one simple rule applied: no kissing.

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The Boss is kept up at night because of the memory of losing Johnny. Johnny doesn't fully understand how his death affected the people he cares about. But he tries to. Even if she's not that willing to open up.

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3rd Street Saint at heart, Lina Ruiz had to go through hell and beyond to prove herself worthy. Her life turns 180 when she crosses paths with Johnny Gat. Two fiery forces colliding can't turn out to be a good thing.

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Lucia knew for fuckin sure that her life was quickly spiraling out of control when she caught herself standing dead in the middle of a shopping mall hung over, hands clasped over her tits, and freshly aware that her phone was neither in her pockets or tucked into her bra. It was more than likely on her nightstand, right next to the pills she forgot to take, and about three feet from a very naked Johnny Gat, who she could never see or speak to ever again if she could help it.